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In a certain green grassland, one woman and three men are fighting fiercely. The woman is Wang Ruyan, and the three men are disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect. A huge blue bowl was suspended above Wang Ruyan's head, and his face was a little pale.

The three Hundred Beast Sect disciples each drove a second-order spirit beast to attack Wang Ruyan, a red giant python, a cyan giant wolf, and a black giant tiger.

Beside Wang Ruyan, there are two broken puppet beasts.

The personal strength of the disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect is not strong, but they each have a second-order spirit beast, which is equivalent to six foundation-building cultivators besieging Wang Ruyan. Wang Ruyan reluctantly resisted with the second-order puppet beast.

Wang Ruyan bit her red lips tightly, her eyebrows furrowed.

She knows that she is not a disciple of the Hundred Beast Sect, but the offensive of the Hundred Beast Sect disciples is very fierce, as long as she relaxes a little, the defense may be broken.

All the escape spells on her body were used up, and she couldn't run even if she wanted to.

"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Chen, don't kill her, I haven't tasted the taste of female cultivators in the Foundation Establishment period!"

A tall, thin middle-aged man with an obscene face.

Wang Ruyan's face sank after hearing this, she would rather die than let the other party succeed.

"Who gave you the courage? Dare to attack my ninth aunt, are you impatient?"

A cold male voice came from the sky.

As soon as the voice fell, a golden light flew from a distance at an extremely fast speed.

It didn't take long for the golden light to stop in the void of hundreds of feet, and the person who came was Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan was riding on the back of the three cunning, and his expression was cold.

Wang Qingshan's sword art was pinched, and a crisp sword chirping sounded, and nine cyan flying swords flew out from his sword box.

Soon, hundreds of cyan flying swords were suspended above Wang Qingshan's head.

"Chichi" loudly, hundreds of cyan flying swords aggressively slashed at the three disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect.

At the same time, the three cunning heads opened their **** mouths and spewed out red fireballs, white ice picks, and golden lightning.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and the three foundation-building cultivators worked together to hold up a cyan mask, blocking Wang Qingshan's attack.

They didn't notice that Wang Qingshan quietly set up a sword formation and surrounded them.

"Slaying the Spirit Sword Formation, cut it for me."

Wang Qingshan's method changed, and he snorted softly.

A crisp sword chirping sounded, and countless cyan sword qi flew out, slashing at the three foundation-building cultivators.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded, and the cyan mask held up by the three foundation-building cultivators was like a piece of paper, and was smashed by the dense cyan sword energy.

Three shrill screams sounded, and the three disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect fell into a pool of blood, dead without their bodies.

As soon as the three Hundred Beast Sect disciples died, their spirit beasts automatically flew back into the spirit beast bag.

Wang Ruyan knew that Wang Qingshan was more powerful, but she didn't expect Wang Qingshan to be so powerful, and a shocked expression appeared on her face.

Wang Qingshan patted the three cunning under him, and the three cunning slowly landed.

"Aunt Jiu, are you alright!"

Wang Ruyan shook his head and said with a smile: "Qingshan, fortunately you arrived in time, otherwise I'm afraid I will die in Huangquan."

"Ninth aunt is welcome, this is what a nephew should do."

Wang Ruyan's eyes fell on the three cunning characters under Wang Qingshan, and there was a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes, and she asked curiously, "Qingshan, where did you get this second-order high-grade beast?"

Wang Qingshan smiled slightly and explained: "These are the three cunning, mutant spirit beasts that I just surrendered. By the way, Ninth Aunt, do you have any news about the Eighteenth Uncle and Twelfth Brother?"

Wang Ruyan shook his head and said, "No, I..."

Before she could finish her words, a huge explosion sounded from a distance.

A dark shadow appeared on the plain in the distance, followed by a large swarm of demon beasts.

The shadows rushed towards their location quickly, extremely fast.

"No, someone is here."

Wang Qingshan narrowed his eyes and his face changed: "No, it's Uncle Eighteen."

Wang Changhao rode on the back of the blue-scaled horse, his eyes full of fear.

His luck was extremely bad, except that he killed a second-order monster python at the beginning and obtained three hundred years of spirit fruit, the rest of the time, Wang Changhao was running for his life, and the second-order talisman and self-exposure magic weapon he was carrying were all used up.

Hundreds of huge two-headed crows were in hot pursuit, and from time to time they released gray wind blades to attack Wang Changhao.

The sound of "chi chi" was loud, and the dense gray wind blades shot over the sky and covered the ground, blocking Wang Changhao's path.

Wang Changhao was alert, slapped the horse's back with his right hand, flew from the back of the blue-scaled horse, and flew to the left.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and countless gray wind blades hit the Qing-scaled horse, and the Qing-scaled horse fell into a pool of blood.

The two-headed crow failed to hit, and released the gray wind blade to attack Wang Changhao again.

At this moment, a man's cold shout sounded: "Giant Sword Art!"

As soon as the voice fell, a cyan long rainbow several meters long shot out, and it was a cyan giant sword that exuded amazing spiritual energy. The cyan giant sword rushed into the demon bird with an irresistible momentum, like Like chopping melons and vegetables, the two-headed crows were cut into two pieces by the cyan giant sword, and their bodies fell to the ground.

The overall strength of this group of demon birds is not high, the Raven King is only a second-rank middle-rank, there are more than a dozen second-rank lower-rank, and the rest are first-rank.

The cyan giant sword was like a wolf entering a flock, easily beheading the two-headed crow, only dozens of first-order double-headed crows escaped.

Wang Changhao breathed a sigh of relief, and broke out in a cold sweat.

At this time, Wang Ruyan and Wang Qingshan came over and asked in unison:

"Brother Eighteen (Uncle Eighteen), are you alright!"

Wang Changhao shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm fine, thanks to Qingshan, my luck is too bad. Either I encounter other people's fighting skills, or I'm chased by hordes of monsters, beasts, insects, and birds. If I don't encounter you this time, I'll be fierce. Duoji is missing, by the way, where is Qingjun! Do you have any news about him?"

"No~www.readwn.com~ The twelfth younger brother is a steady person, has a delicate mind, has a second-order high-grade puppet beast and a second-order formation, he should be fine."

They chatted and learned that Wang Qingshan had subdued a second-tier high-grade mutant with three cunning, and Wang Changhao was very envious.

"Ninth Aunt, Eighteen Uncle, Sanshoujiu is more familiar with the situation here. It's about to take me somewhere. Let's hit the road together! It's safer this way."

Wang Ruyan and Wang Changhao would not refuse Wang Qingshan's proposal.

Wang Qingshan's strength is strong, with Wang Qingshan, their survival rate is even greater.

They put away the corpse of the two-headed crow and sat on the back of the three-headed crow together.

"Roar!"

Sanshouji let out a huge roar, slapped his wings fiercely, and a gust of wind blew up into the sky, turning into a golden light and flying high into the sky.